Bottle and a Gun

It was once a dark lonely summer's eve on the lonely streets of Sunset

When the Lord called upon 6 crazy M.C's

J Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz and Tha Producer

Hey, uh, man you forgot the homie Funny Man, c'mon

And I can show you how to hump without making love

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

My clothes are always retro

Sexual like I'm hetero

And I play a bitch like Nintendo, Zelda

Take a fun ride in my Benzo

Funny as fuck, I should do stand up

Bust caps at the crowd like I don't give a fuck

Fuck you, got a gold ass grill

Hit me on the sidekick if you wanna chill

Hop in the ride, let's roll

I'm a baritone with a voice that's so low

It'll make your speakers explode

And I'll drop your panties to the floor, ah

Let me bend you over, let me lay you sideways

Hop in the back girls, freaky Fridays

If you got beef, then you better step up bitch

Hollywood Undead ain't nothin' to fuck with

And I can show you how to hump without making love

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

Girl come and smoke my pole like a Marlboro

Introduce me to your mom as Charl-O

It's Charlie Scene, shake your ass to the bass

Wait till you see my face, hey bitch

Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack

My first name gives Vietnam flash backs

I get drunk and do the same old, same old

Take three girls home and call them Charlie's Angels

What'chu gonna do after we get signed?

I'm gonna lose my mind

Get 30 inch spinners and pimp my ride

Go back in time, be there that night and save 2 Pac's life

Then pay my fine for getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign

I got the game on lock, I'll have a bottle and a glock

With biceps like The Rock

Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch, hey

And I can show you how to hump without making love

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

Get down, I'll show you how

C'mon girl, let me show you how

And let's get freaky deaky now

Get down, I'll show you how

C'mon girl, let me show you how

And let's get freaky deaky now

And I can show you how to hump without making love

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun

The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak

Get down, I'll show you how

If you got beef then you better step up bitch

Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with

Get down, I'll show you how

I'll have a bottle and a glock with biceps like The Rock

Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch

Bitch, what motherfucker?